God created all living creatures in the manner similar to humans. I've been told that with animals, such as us cats, our mothers do not come equipped with the same maternal instincts nor characteristics equal to that of humans. In other words, our mommy cats only react by pure animal instincts. ORLY! Try explaining that to "B.W.".
I first met B.W. in July 2011. The weekend of the fourth to be exact. Instead of spending my holiday in Washington, D.C., I chose yet again, to stay home. It was dinner time, and B.W. dropped by to see me. We talked very briefly, and it would seem B.W. had a prior engagement that just could not wait. B.W. and I parted company.
B.W. came around my home again in August. "You lost some weight", I said. "Drop by more often, I haven't seen you around in a while. My human tells me there's someone looking for a chubby male, black cat who likes to eat Boars' Head lunchmeat. Have you seen him around?", I asked.
Once again, B.W. didn't say much and left abruptly. Where? I have no clue. I just automatically presumed "B.W." is he, and he did not want to be found. Apparently, The missing male cat was kicked out by a fussy Siamese cat who did not want to share with him the affection of the human.
Late August, I see B.W. once again. This time B.W. looked really tired, older, and roughed up; as if a nasty cat fight had taken place. My human saw B.W. too and realized B.W. is allergic to fleas. So, she applied some of my "Frontline" on B.W.; who strangely, enough, did not object. B.W. seemed rather glad. We feel bad for B.W.; who apparently, had been abandoned. B.W. use to have a home. Whatever happened, we do not know. The other night, my human started adding wet food to B.W.'s diet. Next thing we know, B.W. invited the smallest little kitten my human has ever seen to the chow line. The little, miniature cat belonged to B.W.! My human estimate it's somewhere between 3 to 5 weeks old. B.W. was pregnant in July (the round belly mistaken for the Boar's Head extra chub); gave birth either in late July or sometime in August. My human now realizes after the wet food was introduced, B.W. brought out her kitten. It also explains all the war wounds on B.W. since July and the white hairs on B.W.'s fur. Like any mother, B.W. is trying her best to care for her last remaining child. We do not know how many there were, but it would seem, there's but one left now. This past Friday night, my human left the garage door open for the family to stay. B.W. will not go inside the garage and cried when we tried to coerce her into it. My human thinks it's because B.W. had her kitten hidden away outside somewhere and thought the garage is a trap. Good thing, my human backed off. At the time, we did not know B.W. is a mother.
My human recently bought a new "gee whiz" gadget of a ladder called the Little Giant. "It's not so little, and I have to spend some time figuring out how to use it", she said. While she was in the garage, big bulky ladder in hand, my human sees a little, really tiny, miniature black and white cat walking out of its hiding place, around the boxes, and then ran out of the garage in a hurry. "That was B.W.'s baby!", my human replied in shock. Oh darn! my human missed her chance at catching that little, tiny, miniature black and white cat with a pot belly. Whatever happend later that day, B.W. dropped by. She was not very happy. My human thought she lost B.W.'s baby and failed at baby-sitting her one and only remaining child. B.W. looked on with a frown. I'm a Ragdoll and sometimes I don't understand what other cats are saying. So, I can only imagine my human going nuts trying to figure out B.W.'s behavior. My human said a prayer asking her God to spare their lives if it is His will.
Later that same night, we saw B.W. and behind the bushes, is B.W.'s baby.
UNFORTUNATELY....right behind B.W.'s baby was a shadowy figure. My human shone a light on that figure; and it was another cat. This cat was not suppose to be here and yet, it was standing fairly close behind the kitten. B.W. sounded off a warning sound. Before we knew it, B.W. dashes off chasing the shadowy figure away. The baby got scared and ran the other way to hide somewhere....anywhere.
Minutes later, both B.W. and her baby were together again. My human though all was well. This was a Saturday night. There was a bit more commotion than usual that night in both the cat world and in the human world. The sounds of a neighborhood party and drag racing could be heard separately from a far. And based on my human's account from her Sunday inspection of B.W., .... there was another cat fight that took place while we were sound asleep.
B.W. came by Sunday afternoon, flopped to the ground at the human's feet. "B.W. looked exhausted. Something had bitten B.W. on the left shoulder and the corner of her left eye looked injured", my human reported. It must have been really dark outside. We didn't see the baby. My human thought perhaps the kitten was a gonner. It may look and behave like a grown cat, but it is very, very tiny. My human said Sunday morning, she saw two hawks flying above the yard; which could mean that the word is out and the hawks know about the tiny cat but has yet to find and snatch it away. The baby kitty did escape from under the garage door Saturday in broad day-light; and was exposed out in the open on the driveway. So, it would seem that a spy perched on the tree nearby saw the baby kitten, that little tiny, miniature of a cat.
Praise God! the little tiny, miniature cat ate side by side with its mother tonight. Baby wet food was on the menu. As usual, the two ate and then left together. Neither mother nor baby decided to stay in the garage for the night. Late into the night and early Monday morning at 2 AM, B.W. returned for more wet food. She wanted to go inside the house as well. There's a predator out there - whether human or animal, we don't know, but B.W. senses it and nervously licks her coat of fur. Her baby is usually not far, but my human could not see where the tiny cat is hidden.
My human says that she needs to pray for B.W. and her baby. At that age, the kittens will wander away from the mother. And we know B.W. is doing the best she can to keep her last remaining baby alive.
..."Lord, please keep B.W. and Tiny Cat safe"...Amen.
..."Lord, please guide B.W. and Tiny Cat to my home to stay"...Amen.
..."Lord, please tell B.W. & Tiny Cat they have a forever home"...Amen.
..."Lord, please help Tiny Cat in this big, big world"...Amen.
..."Lord, thank you for everything and my new friends"...Amen.
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